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Chapter 3 Reality.

Mark rang us after we had been their just over two weeks and asked to meet us at the coffee shop again. He assured us that his ‘scientists’ were delighted with our work so far but that we really needed to meet.

‘Look I am going to come clean with you. Our watchers, they are not really scientists, well they may be, but not all of them.’

I thought I knew what he was going to tell us but I doubted whether Susan had guessed so I thought I had better play dumb.

‘What do you mean,’ I said and winked so that only he could see. ‘Are you telling us that all those suggestive presents were not from a marketing organisation, or ‘scientists’ trying to improve our way of life.’

‘Alex, don’t be a prat all your life. It is a voyeur’s porn site,’ said Susan.

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Not that she had guessed, as I just about had, although I am not sure I would have expressed it in such strong terms, but that she had sworn at me. A thing she rarely ever did.

We both looked at her with our mouths open. I was quick enough to realise that I had another opportunity to smack her bottom.

‘What do you mean a porn site,’ I said, winking again at Mark, hoping he would play along. ‘What sort of things are on the site.’

‘Susan you are very astute. Yes, we have about eight flats now and charge people to watch you and the other seven couples, twenty-four hours a day if they want to. We just charge around a pound a day. They enjoy watching you both make love, or even just shower or bathe. A real voyeur’s site. We call it ‘Watchers’ and I have authorised you to access it on line so that you can see what you, and of course the other couples, look like. The only thing I ask is never to talk about it to any of the other couples if you meet them and secondly that you never allow the cameras to see what you are watching. It would make it appear that we are pushing you to do things rather than just filming what you would do naturally.’

‘Susan, are you telling me that you guessed all this?’

‘Of course Alex, do you think I am stupid that I do not know what makes the world go round. Sex.’

‘And so, you knew all this but didn’t think to confide in me. That sounds to me like a punishable offence.’

She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again. We both sat and looked at her and waited.

Eventually she said, ‘Yes Alex okay, you are right. I should have told you about my suspicions as soon as I had them. But let’s not talk about it now. Mark doesn’t want to know all your sordid little fetishes.’

‘My sordid little fetishes! Don’t you mean yours. You are the one who enjoys being spanked.’

‘And I suppose you hate spanking me. Mark if there is nothing else to tell us I think we need to have this little argument at home.’

‘Susan,’ I thundered.’ Sit down. Mark has come to be straight with us and the last thing I need to hear from you is you dissing him as if he was a nobody. He has been feeding and homing us for two weeks now and is due a little respect. Apologise now please.’

Susan had never heard me speak to her that way before and looked shocked.

‘Mark. I am so sorry. Really. I really did not mean to disrespect you and I can only apologise if you thought I was rude in any way at all. Perhaps we could invite you home for dinner or something to have a glass of wine and apologise again. Mark, Alex I am really sorry. ‘

Mark looked at me not sure now what was happening so I thought it best to wink again at him. Unfortunately, I think Susan saw this time and was looking at me with signs of shock. What was I doing. Time to come clean I thought.

‘I am sure Mark will forgive you Susan but I am not sure whether I can be quite so forgiving for keeping your suspicions from me. Prepare yourself for a spanking. Here and now.’

Her mouth fell open and she looked around a quarter full Starbucks. Maybe eight or ten people around five or six tables. We were just out of sight of the counter.

‘Now please Susan. I am not expecting to take all your clothes off, after all we are in public. ‘

Mark looked a little disappointed and Susan definitely looked relieved.

‘So just take off your panties and raise your skirt to the waist. I will swing my legs out so that you can bend over them. Now please Susan.’

Nothing happened. I wondered how far I could push this.

‘Susan this delay just added another dimension to your punishment. Mark is now going to give you ten smacks as well. And… if you do not hurry I will find another man or two in the coffee shop here who no doubt will happily join in. There are couple of single guys sitting over there.’

Susan was up on her feet realising that I was now serious. She looked around, particularly I thought at the two single guys who were taking absolutely no notice of us, and shimmied down her panties.

‘So, Susan who is to be first? I will let you choose.’

This was going to be interesting. I wondered whether Susan’s thoughts would acıbadem escort be similar to mine. I suspect she would be more comfortable orgasming over my knees rather than Marks, so perhaps Mark should go first, but then she normally comes after ten smacks, which would be Marks number. Would Mark smack her properly, would he be more likely to hit her harder if he had seen me do it first? What a quandary, Did she fancy Mark? Would that speed up her orgasm.

I have no idea how her thought process worked, but she did choose Mark to go first. I would have to ask her later. Mark pushed his bench out so she could get closer. She tried to walk around to his left side so that her bottom would not be facing the main body of the shop.

‘Are you left or right-handed Mark?’

‘Err right.’

‘Okay Susan, other side please so that he can smack you with his right hand.’

She gave me such a look, if looks could kill I would have been dead, but I could see her beginning to glow inside. My little slut was getting off on this.

As she started to bend I interrupted her.

‘Woooah Susan. I know you have taken your panties off but you have not lifted up your skirt. I would hate you to lay on it and crease it.

A last attempt, ‘But Matt will see my … my… you know my…’

‘You think he has not seen them before? That he has no computer feed to his desk and even to his home?’

‘But nobody has seen them live before except you.’

‘Well you should have thought about that when you were so rude earlier. So unless you want me to involve…’ And I looked over at the nearest single guy.

Susan slowly lifted the front of her skirt. Luckily it had been a loose flowing skirt which normally came down to around her knees. As she exposed her pussy to our burning eyes I could tell by the state of her engorged lips that she was as wet as anything.

‘Right, bend. I am sure Mark can lift the back for himself.’

She did and with some trepidation Mark slowly lifted her skirt up to her waist. I saw Susan give a little shudder. A small orgasm I wondered?

‘Just before you start Mark.’ I thought I would give Susan the chance to work herself up again while Mark and I were talking. ‘I wondered whether you had come all this way just to tell us what Susan had already guessed?’

‘Actually no. I had quite forgotten. There were two or three things I wanted to mention. First, we are delighted with how you are settling in so far. We are able to tell not only how many paying customers we have but also the time they spend in each flat. This gives us a relative value, actually not a real value but a ranking of the importance of each flat. Of course, as newbies you are not in the top three or four but you are by no means last, which for a couple who have only been there for two weeks is very good. There is of course the obvious new attraction of a brand-new couple but that disappears after the first week so your second week is just as important.’

While I had been intently following his discourse, I had no idea how Susan was feeling, perching over his knee. Nobody else seemed to be watching but I could not see her face to see whether she was turned on or just getting bored. She would wriggle every so often and I had an idea that she was letting Mark know she was still there. I did notice that Marks right hand, which at one stage was poised to smack her was now down and resting on her buttocks. I could also observe that the middle finger seemed a little lower, possibly as a result of being in the middle of her crack, than the other four, which were at least visible. I idly wondered where it was and what it was doing.

‘Anyway, to continue,’ said Mark, watching me looking at his middle finger, ‘we have decided that you are doing well enough to take you off the ‘on trial’ list and put you up to the full ‘contributor’ list. You have certainly passed one couple already. So here is a raise and the next cheque for the next two weeks. The following months will be at this level or more. The next level is the incentivised list but I will explain that in due course when you are ready for it. The last thing is yet another cheque with a specific use in mind. If you do not mind me saying that you are both lacking in two particular and related areas. Your underwear is tired and looks like it was purchased from a rag and bone man three weeks into a pit-strike and should be discarded immediately. I was relieved that Susan did not offer me her panties when she removed them as I would probably have needed gloves to pick them up. No Susan I am not suggesting that they are dirty, more that they would be likely to disintegrate, so here is a cheque to bring you both back into the twenty-first century, underwear-wise. And yes Alex, I mean you as well. While the main contributors to our coffers are men there are enough women and gay guys that will continue to check you out, so please remember that. The last, connected item is that having bought it, we would like to see it, so we will expect you to wear more atalar escort underwear, or nothing at all, around the flat. I will go so far as to say we will be quite disappointed to see you in real clothes if you are not in the process of going out or coming in. We have put considerable effort into ensuring that your flat can stay warm in all weathers so please let me see a little co-operation by wearing considerably less around the flat.’

He seemed to have finished his prepared speech and I had watched Susan squirming more and more as he spoke. It could have been the comments on the state of her undies but I suspect it had more to do with the depth that his middle finger had reached along her arse crack. I would ask her later whether she had listened to a word he had said.

His ten smacks started. As I suspected they were probably not as hard as I was going to give her, but they would have been felt. I was quite pleased to see that she didn’t come after both the smacks and the finger excitement.

The noise of the slaps had alerted a couple of people nearby to our actions and as she stood to change sides her bottom was avidly watched by a dozen eyes at least. I noticed she held the skirt above her bottom, exposing both the front and the back. Was she too sore to cover the back or was she enjoying exposing it?

She came over to me, waited, skirt up while I moved my trestle back and eased delicately over my lap. She had a small advantage in that she was on my left-hand side which meant that the strength of the slaps were going to be slightly easier and that her bottom continued to face into the coffee shop. Win, win eh?

I quickly finished her punishment, deliberately hitting her too softly to trigger an orgasm and then allowed her to pull on her panties and sit next to us again. We seemed to lose the interest of everybody else in the coffee-shop at that stage. Funny huh.

Mark looked a little embarrassed to be facing her again. It seems he was better with his fingers than with his eyes. I must remember to ask Susan whether his finger had actually penetrated her body. I was going to be upset if he had fingered her virgin arsehole because I had been looking forward to doing that first for a couple of weeks now. I couldn’t even think of a punishment bad enough if that had actually happened and Susan had done nothing to deny him. A discussion perhaps for the walk home.

‘Well I must be off,’ said Mark. ‘An entertaining and hopefully profitable and enlightening afternoon for all three of us I am sure. Remember the underwear guys and please, please don’t buy any that covers more than it reveals. Think tiny and then a size too small. See you soon.’ And he was off.

We strolled back.

I guess we both had questions to ask. There were a few quiet moments as we contemplated the way to ask what we wanted to know. Susan started it.

‘Did you really think that we were on a scientific marketing experiment?’

I had to lie a bit but not too much that I looked stupid.

‘No not really. I knew what it wasn’t. I just hadn’t got as far as thinking we could be porn stars.’

‘Uh-huh.’

Not convinced huh. Time to flatter her a little.

‘You see, I can easily see you as a porn star. Look, any guy in their right mind is going to pay thirty quid a month to see you. But me. Who is going to pay to see me? Let’s face it. I am not built like a porn star. I am okay looking but no six-pack or rippling muscles, and let’s face it my cock isn’t as big as some.’

That worked, she immediately became defensive. ‘Your cock isn’t small. Well, not that I have seen any other real ones. But it’s more than enough for me.’

‘No, I don’t think it is actually small, but compared to the porn stars, well I think they will have an inch or two here or there on me. Let’s watch a little when we get back and you can compare me to a few.’

‘I guess so. Although it will not be the same as seeing them real, is it, and now that you obviously enjoy me showing my body to other men, maybe it is time you showed me a few other cocks.’

Wow I did not see that coming. I am not sure I can ask my question about penetration at the moment.

‘Sure, why not. I will try and work it out somehow. We can make a start by looking at the other flats in ‘Watching’. Maybe we can arrange to have drinks with some of them.’

‘Yeah. Good idea. That Mark is a nice guy. How much did he give me for new underwear?’

‘Us for underwear. Five hundred pounds.’

‘Wow. What a nice guy. He just went up in my estimation.’

‘I figured you liked him. You were quick to choose him to smack you first.’

‘Yeah what was that all about. One moment I was supporting you and trying to keep our private life private, and the next minute I have mortally upset him and getting naked for him to beat me up and have his way with me.’

‘Wow Susan, I think that was a bit exaggerated. A few pats on the bottom is hardly beating you up, and as for having his way with you, well, you were only lying on aydınlı escort his lap. Mind you I did seem to notice he may have been fondling your crack a little. Where was his finger?’

‘Was he fondling me, was he, really? I didn’t notice. Still I guess you put me there so that would be down to you wouldn’t it?’

‘What was down to me?’

‘Whatever he did.’

‘What did he do?’

‘I don’t remember anything. Nothing I guess. Is it important?’

I wasn’t going to get to the ‘bottom’ of this in a hurry. I could see that. i would have to bide my time.

‘Look it is time to be honest with each other. We are madly in love and have been going out now for what, eight or nine months and have known each other for let us say eighteen months. We live together, we trust each other with everything, we have great sex and yet firstly you never talked to me about making love under a camera. Whether or not you, or I, had guessed that we were being sold as porn stars we have never talked about whether we like it or not. Let’s face it that time we made love in the park and thought we were being watched. I liked it. I liked it a lot. But this is a bit different. This guy walking down the street towards us, he could recognise you and say ‘Hi Susan, that’s was a good fuck last night. Perhaps I could come round some time and you could do me?’ How do you feel about this? Do you like flaunting yourself in front of the cameras? Did I imagine it or did you enjoy showing Mark your pussy and showing those other guys in the coffee shop your arse? Am I imagining it or do you like me smacking your bottom in front of a camera and even real people?’

That was a long speech for me. Probably the longest I have ever made to her.

We were passing the King’s Arms pub at that moment. It looked a nice little pub and only a few hundred yards from home. Home. I thought of our ‘borrowed’ flat as home already.

‘Let’s go in and get a drink. We have money now so we can afford one. Give me a few moments to collect my thoughts and while you are at the bar ordering I will prepare those thoughts and put them in some semblance of order for you.’

Wow this was now getting serious. We had never had this sort of conversation and now if I wasn’t careful I could see our relationship going up in smoke.

I ordered my pint of bitter and her glass of prosecco and carried them over to the table where she was looking pensive.

‘Cheers.’ We said together as we raised our glasses as if meeting for the first time.

‘I think the best way of saying this is… close your eyes and hold out your hand.’

Oh my god what was she going to give me. I had not given her a ring so she could not hand it back. I racked my brains. What was the last thing I gave her? Were we about to break up.’

I felt something soft and warm in my hand and there were her panties. And yes, I think there were a couple of holes in them. She really did need new underwear. I was embarrassed that another guy had to point it out to me.

So, what did this mean? Was this a farewell present? A reminder of what we used to have. I must have looked at her blankly. A look she obviously recognised.

‘Oh men. Can’t you understand the simplest message if it is not verbalised. I am sitting in a public place, I have taken my panties off and am now sitting with you, feeling very naked and wishing you would throw me over this table and ravish me.’

I looked around me and she screamed, ‘No. I didn’t really mean now and on this table. Later at home will have to do. I love you. I love to have you spank me. I loved you bossing me around to Mark and making me show him my pussy. I loved imagining those guys in the coffee shop looking at my bottom as Mark and then you smacked me. You realised that I didn’t go on your other side so I could show off a bit more didn’t you?’

I nodded.

‘Well follow it through. Believe me that I am yours and only yours, and if that means showing me off a little, or even giving me to someone else, or swapping partners with a couple, I will do it willingly and enjoyably, yes, but only with your agreement. You and I are the important part about this. I cannot know whether this will change us. I hope not but if it does I will always love you. If we break up I may hate you but I will always love you. You porn star you.’

I kissed her and nearly gave her what she wanted over the table. I drained my pint and pulled her towards the door and our flat a few hundred yards away.

In the light of this new honesty I thought I would get my question answered.

‘So, did he penetrate your virgin arse with his middle finger?’

‘I knew it. You were jealous. I thought so. I could see that look in your eyes. Well I guess you will have to go down and have a look for fingerprints yourself. Is it difficult to find fingerprints inside a virgin arse?’

We had just reached our flat door so I followed watching as she sprinted up the two flights to the second floor flat, flicking the back of her skirt up over her arse shouting, ‘Come on Sherlock, have you got your magnifying glass with you to check me for fingerprints? Can you check the dirt under his fingernails? Oh no he will have washed his hands by now. Come on and smack my bum, I know you want to. Some of it is still virginal.’

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